Identity Poems | Examples of Identity Poetry

Forged in the cradle of crumbling stone, The river murmured like an elder's song, A silver thread through earth’s old bones, Unraveling what never should belong. Like lightning shaped in liquid skin, It laced through logs and shattered pride, No war was waged against the din, Just gentle strength that slipped beside. Over time, I’ve clung to rigid dreams, Iron branches in...

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To the ones who were meant to listen— I write not with bitterness, but with the tired breath of someone unheard. In the silence between messages removed and groups deleted, I found myself erased— not for lack of effort, but because I dared to speak. It began with hope: an open letter—a thread of truth cast into still waters— expecting ripples, dialogue, healing. But...

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SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS NEEDED MY DEATH SHE HAD NOW BEGAN EXPOSING MY IDENTITY TO JAMAICAN DEALERS IN TAMPA IMPERSONATING ME WITH CONVICTED FELONS CONVICTED AS A RESULT OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS THIS WAS HER VICIOUS WAY OF HAVING MURDERED CLONED ABORTED SHE AND...

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God said: “Go, and have dominion over the Earth”— Not over each other. But you crowned yourselves kings of skin, Painted whiteness as wisdom, And turned melanin into a mark of sin. You called yourself the center of the world, A lighthouse of reason— Yet every stone of your fortress Was carved from stolen hands, And every beam of your empire Lit with oil drained...

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AS I SUFFERED IN SILENCE SEVERE BREAK INS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AND SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BEGAN IMPERSONATING MY MAIDEN FROM THE CIVIL RIGHTS FIELD TRIP ODDLY USING MARTIN LUTHER KING DAUGHTER MIDDLE NAME MY HEART SANK I WAS THROWN BACK THERE WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS EATING CHICKEN BONES TRYING TO...

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SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND THE FEMALE AGENT WHO ACTUALLY INSTALLED THE WIRES ON MY UNBORN CHILD I BELIEVE SHE HATED ME EVEN THOUGH I SAVED HER LIFE GOING INTO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS PREGNANT FOR THE FBI SPECIAL AGENT BRAND COMMITING THE ULTIMATE ACTS BY EXPOSING MY IDENTITY TO THE DRUG DEALERS AND...

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What is love, really— a figment of hope sharp enough to shatter centuries of lived patriarchy? To think education could make a dent in what’s already carved in bone & name. To think a stranger could be chosen over the familial veins of caste, of home over the womb of belief one never questioned. Perhaps what’s whispered in secret was always meant to be hidden— buried, before it flowers into...

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Who am I? The question lingers Like something I can't quite grab But only graze it with my fingers...

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Light Source circles earth's sphere driving forces of darkness-- safe are cribs of men, animals winged spirits rule god's world Contest of Nette Onclaud Pick A Pensee 2 Jul 1, 2025...

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After 63 years of smiling You might say I’m a professional I don’t know when I smiled for the first time After all I was a baby for a while My parents didn’t take many photos of me I was the second child so I guess the novelty had worn off. Sometimes a full toothed grin Followed by uncontrollable laughter Isn’t...

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For the story I would ruin it— just to write it. I'd be ruthless, less private, shape up my front porch, sharpen these claws on concrete images— metaphorically speaking imagine how to re-frame bad guys, wrench in a plot twist, unmask villains' masquerading makeup— maybe even find myself....

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Some crooks are dumb as they come, these thieves should get what they deserve as they won't go so very far now they're done taking a ride in the stolen Police car... with, 'To Protect & Serve Dial 911,' printed on the side. When the judge asked them, 'Why?' and stressed, 'It's best if you confessed.' The wiseguys both admitted, while facing five to seven, (have...

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JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AKA JOY Y JONES THIS IDENTITY THIEF BEGAN STEALING MY IDENTITY AFTER HER TWISTED AFFAIR WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND PETER GARGANO THE ABUSE ESCALATED AFTER THIS IDENTITY THEFT ARRIVED WITH HER JAMAICAN GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE HOME INVASIONS THREATS I FINALLY SUFFERED A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM A...

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I do believe in you words you say, deeds you lay everything that you are is true I draw...

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Is my writing only good when I’m drowning? When I’m down to my knees and my soul shouts heal Is my happiness on only when I’m socializing? When I cry of laughter only so my sad tears can be sealed Is my depression the only motive of my paintings? When I pour into a canvas only so my ideas can...

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